Minji's pov:
Friday afternoon as the last class ended I couldn't help but feel nervous, dealing with Jihoon was enough but now I was about to head to his house and tutor him.
"See you later." He shot a smirk at me as he walked past me heading out the classroom.
Friday afternoon as the last class ended, I couldn't help but feel nervous. Dealing with Jihoon was already challenging enough, but now I was about to head to some condo with him to tutor. It felt like I was walking into some sort of trap, but there was no backing out now.
"See you later," he shot a smirk at me as he walked past, his voice dripping with amusement.
I tried to ignore the flutter of nerves in my stomach and just nodded in response, but the look in his eyes made me uneasy.
I gathered my things slowly, hoping to calm my racing heart. I kept telling myself that this was just a tutoring session, nothing more. But deep down, I knew Jihoon had something else planned, and I had no idea what it was.
After leaving the classroom, I walked home to drop off my school bag and change. The thought of what lay ahead made it hard to focus on anything else. What was Jihoon really up to? Why was he suddenly so eager for this tutoring session? The questions circled in my mind like a storm, and no matter how much I tried to distract myself, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was stepping into something I wasn't prepared for.
I changed into something more casual—jeans and a plain T-shirt. I didn't want to look like I was trying too hard, but I also didn't want to come off as a total slob. I checked myself in the mirror, trying to ignore the nagging doubt in the back of my mind. Maybe this was just another one of Jihoon's games, but if so, I was determined not to let him get the better of me.
Finally, I headed out, taking the long route to the address Jihoon had given me. It was a bit of a walk, which gave me time to mentally prepare, but it also gave my nerves more time to build. By the time I reached the condo, I was a bundle of anxiety, but I forced myself to keep going.
Standing outside the door, I took a deep breath and knocked. The door opened almost immediately, and there was Jihoon, leaning casually against the doorframe like he'd been waiting for me.
"Right on time," he said, his smirk widening as he stepped aside to let me in.
I walked in, taking in the condo's sleek, modern decor. It wasn't what I expected at all. Everything was so neat and tidy, almost like no one actually lived there.
"You can leave your stuff over there," Jihoon said, pointing to a small table by the entrance. "Make yourself at home."
I placed my bag down and followed him into the living room, where he gestured for me to sit on the couch. I felt his eyes on me the entire time, making me even more aware of the tension in the air.
"So," he started as he sat down across from me, "what do you want to work on first?"
I blinked, caught off guard by his sudden shift to business. "Uh, we could start with math, I guess. I brought the notes from our last class."
Jihoon nodded, but there was a glint in his eyes that told me he wasn't just thinking about math. "Sure. Math sounds good."
As I pulled out my notebook, I couldn't help but notice the way Jihoon was watching me, like he was waiting for something. I tried to focus on the pages in front of me, but the atmosphere in the room made it hard to concentrate.
Jihoon leaned back, his smirk softening into something more unreadable. "You seem nervous."
"I'm not," I replied quickly, but my voice betrayed me.
He chuckled, leaning in closer. "Relax, Minji. It's just a tutoring session… unless you want it to be something more."
My heart skipped a beat, and I felt my face flush. "I—I'm here to tutor you, Jihoon."
"Right," he said, his tone teasing. "Let's get started, then."
But as I began explaining the math problems, I couldn't shake the feeling that Jihoon was testing me, waiting to see how far he could push. And the worst part was, I wasn't sure if I wanted him to stop.
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The session was going great until I noticed something weird, every little thing I did Jihoon found a way to touch me. He will gently tap my hand, stroke my thigh, rub my ear and touch my hair. Every touch was so weird and sudden but, somehow I couldn't bring myself to stop.
Every time we got closer he just had to touch me, as I got up to sit next to him and show him how to solve a question before I got to sit down he suddenly smacked my butt.
"I never knew man could have big butts." He smirked, "can you please not, I don't appreciate what you're doing." I told him.
"What I'm just having fun, unless you want to stop tutoring me." He added.
"Do you really thing little uncomfortable touches will chase me away?" I replied.
"Oh, you also have a bitchy side too." He smiled. "I guess I have to do more if I want you out of my life." He added as he leaned back in his chair.
"Oh, so you also have a bitchy side, too." He smiled, clearly amused by my response. "I guess I'll have to do more if I want you out of my life," he added, leaning back in his chair, eyes locked on mine.
I didn't know whether to be angry or worried. There was something unsettling in his words, a promise of something more that I wasn't sure I was ready to face. But at the same time, I couldn't let him win. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing me squirm.
"Go ahead, try," I said, standing my ground, even though my heart was pounding in my chest. "But I'm not going anywhere."
Jihoon's smirk widened, as if he were pleased with my defiance. He leaned forward, his eyes narrowing slightly. "You're really stubborn, you know that?"
"Maybe," I said, trying to keep my voice steady. "But I'm not going to let you push me around."
For a moment, we just stared at each other, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. I could see the wheels turning in Jihoon's mind, as if he were trying to figure out his next move.
Then, he suddenly reached out, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer. My breath hitched, but I didn't pull away. I couldn't let him see that he was getting to me.
"You're really something, Minji," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "Most people would've run by now."
"Maybe I'm not like most people," I shot back, even though my voice was starting to betray my nerves.
He let out a small laugh, releasing my wrist but not his gaze. "No, I guess you're not."
I took a step back, trying to put some distance between us. "Let's just focus on the tutoring, okay?"
"Sure," he said, his tone still playful, but there was something else there now, something I couldn't quite read. "But don't think this is over."
I swallowed hard, forcing myself to turn back to the workbook, even though I could still feel his eyes on me. This was going to be harder than I thought, but I wasn't going to let him get the best of me. Not yet, anyway.
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"See you next Friday," Jihoon said, his voice low as he followed behind me, his hands casually resting around my waist. I could feel his breath against my ear as he leaned in closer. "Today was fun, but next week will be more fun," he whispered, the promise in his tone sending a shiver down my spine.
Before I could react, I felt his hands slowly sliding up under my shirt. My breath caught in my throat as his fingers brushed against my skin, moving higher until they pinched my nipples. I flinched instinctively, stepping forward to put some space between us.
"Jihoon, stop," I said, my voice firmer than I expected, but there was a slight tremor I couldn't hide.
He just chuckled, clearly amused by my reaction. "You're so easy to mess with," he said, withdrawing his hands, but the smirk on his face remained.
I turned to face him, trying to keep my expression neutral, though I could feel my cheeks burning. "This isn't a game, Jihoon. I'm serious."
"Relax," he replied, his tone almost dismissive as he took a step back. "I'm just teasing you. Don't get so worked up."
"Teasing? That's what you call it?" I shot back, my frustration evident.
He shrugged, unfazed by my anger. "I told you I'd have a little fun with you. But if you can't handle it…"
I didn't know what to say, caught between anger and something else I didn't want to admit to myself. There was a part of me that wanted to push back, to tell him off, but another part—the part that was still flustered by his touch—wasn't so sure.
TBC